Rebirth of the Substitute Male Concubine

"Princess Concubine, we're here..." Pointing to the stable in front of him, which smelled so bad even in winter, the guards were not without sarcasm, they pretended they didn't see the wound on Nangong Chenli's face, since they couldn't die anyway.

"Oh my god, the majestic princess wants to work with animals."

"Wow, my lord is so cool"

"Look, his face is still bleeding, will he die..."

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Yingying Yanyan's voice came again, mocking, sympathetic, and supportive, but none of these had anything to do with Nangong Chenli.Quietly excluding those voices from his mind, Nangong Chenli shook his head, trying to wake himself up a bit, so that he could only live in his own world soberly.

Chen Li, Chen Li, one day the dawn will come, Nangong Chenli told himself, endure...

"Thank you two big brothers." He is generous, even if he is so embarrassed, even if he is so depressed, Nangong Chenli still shows the self-cultivation of being the eldest son of the Nangong family at this time.No matter why such a person was favored by the late Emperor back then, he has to be said to be worthy...

"Uh, male princess, please..." The two guards originally looked down on him, but seeing Nangong Chenli's behavior for some reason, they couldn't see the scars and ugliness on this man's face at this moment, all they saw was his face. With a lofty temperament, Wu can be a general, and Wen can be a prime minister.

Wan Er smiled, Nangong Chenli walked into the stable without any struggle, Nangong Chenli was not ugly, he was just disfigured, his left face was ruined by a palm-sized dark color, but at this moment everyone saw It was indeed ugly, because of the blood on that face.

But when he smiled lightly like this, everyone's mocking and sympathetic expressions were also put away. It seemed that ridicule and sympathy were not suitable for him, because he... was not affected by the outside world at all.

But the fact is not like this, Nangong Chenli is a little afraid of horses, or afraid of such tall creatures, but he knows that he has no right to change, so he accepts it with the most optimistic attitude.

Resisting the fear and terror, Nangong Chenli seemed to be generous but stepped into the dirty, messy and shameful stable step by step.

The pungent smell is not the most frightening thing, but the most frightening thing is the terrifying horse head and powerful horse legs under the night. Animals are inhumane. They don’t bully you when they see you are weak...

Quietly and cautiously walked in, Nangong Chenli picked the corner farthest from the stable and stood there, and this corner was usually used to store horse feed, standing in the stable covered in blood, Not affected at all.

I don't know if it's because there are too many people onlookers or what, the originally quiet horses seemed to be in a riot. Nangong Chenli was a little scared, and the injury on his forehead made him a little unsteady, so he walked towards the corner even harder. , and then close your eyes and endure this torment and this pain alone...

The people who gathered around here to watch Nangong Chenli's jokes saw this man in a red wedding dress and blood on his face in the stable as if he was at home. They were all dumbfounded. He left angrily, and as for Nangong Chenli's injury being ignored by everyone again...

The night was getting darker and the dew was getting heavier. Even if Nangong Chenli hid in a corner, he still felt extremely cold, and the wound on his forehead also made him a little dizzy.Tightly pulling on the beautiful but impractical wedding dress, Nangong Chenli opened his eyes only when he was sure that there was no one around, and let fear take over his heart...

Tears flowed down slowly, he was so scared, really scared, although the Nangong Mansion was ruined because of his face, but because of the late emperor's order, although he was not favored by him, he was not without such humiliation.

With the rough breathing of the horses in his ears, and the cold wind around him, Nangong Chenli once wondered whether it was worth it for him, whether he should be buried in the fire like his mother.

But thinking of the scene of his mother sacrificing herself to save him, Nangong Chenli erased this thought from his mind. His life was paid for by his mother's life.